An erotic science-fiction retelling of the classic tale. (graphic and bisexual)
To love him is death.
If someone had told me this ten years ago, I would have listened.
But, faced with his silver eyes tarnished and etching me as we stood on the pier, a streetlight making his ivory skin gleam in hues of sadness and hate, I could not have pried myself away. Every fiber of me knew that he was death, that I should turn around and salvage what was left of my life. But I could not move.
To love him is death.